A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Other poetry

Unhappy..

I want to love again,

but my heart will not obey.

I want to be happy,

but

Lucy
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alo

agar tum hame milte to kya tumhe ehsas hota

Mary Had a Little Dog
Mary had a little dog.
Its fur was black as night.
And everyone that Mary met
The dog

Rape
I lay there looking at the ceiling hoping something would stop you
Willing the words to come out

Lonely Nights

Set forth towards the light

For it will be a lonely night

As long as I live

When You Love The Same Man

He says he loves me, but loves her too,

He can't decide between me and you.

Frien

Until' The End
this lazy hand
supposed to be writing
a poem of love
that is never ending

a bright

King For A Day

I'm resting here quite regally,

The feature of the table.

Surrounded by potatoes

YADGARI KE LAMHE

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